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Chapter 271 Lead flowers gather on the top, the final battle(2/2)

"Okay, wait until I conquer the north."

Calculating the time, it’s almost the closing date of the Gate of Hell, and the next time I go out I have to wait until next year.

Song Lin bid farewell to Empress Taishan. The next time we meet may be when Empress Taishan reappears in the world.

As the five-hundred-year catastrophe gets closer and closer, both sides are making final mobilizations.

During this time, Mu Feng also broke through to the realm of Earthly Immortal.

Together with the three Supreme Elders, the Tai Chi Liang Yi Sword Formation has been initially put into operation.

Next, it is necessary to irrigate the blood of the immortals to complete the Emei Sect's feat of raising the sect to immortality.

As for the life and death of the creatures in this world, what does it have to do with you?

Capital Palace.

A young emperor in his early twenties sat alone on the dragon throne.

The emperor's appearance is quite handsome, but the dense spots on his face ruin his appearance.

There were no candles lit in the main hall, and darkness kept encroaching from all directions, as if it wanted to swallow the emperor whole.

At this time, the darkness gathered into a tall figure.

He is three feet tall, wearing a black robe, and his face cannot be seen clearly.

The moment he saw this person, Emperor Kangzheng knelt down.

"This slave pays homage to Grandma Yaksha!"

The figure made a sound that was neither male nor female.

"Get your tributes ready, the Demon King is about to appear!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure disappeared.

"Yes, I will make arrangements now!"

Emperor Kangzheng raised his head and regained his majestic appearance.

He summoned the infantry commander and Han ministers.

"This slave pays homage to his master!"

They both shouted in unison.

Kang Zheng frowned and looked at the Han minister.

"Don't call me a slave next time..."

If you want to be your own slave, you must at least be a bannerman. The Han people are really not qualified.

"I obey the decree!"

The Han ministers looked disappointed.

"Transmit my order. There are Han people in Beijing and Zhili who are plotting to rebel. Doa, let the soldiers not seal their swords for ten days. Guangshi, please arrange for the Ministry of Industry to build the Temple of Heaven in the northern suburbs."
Chapter completed!
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